Every year, the Beast Guild would host a prestigious tournament, drawing participants and spectators from far and wide. Among the various competitions, the marksman contest stood out, showcasing the talents of the finest archers and shooters.
This year, however, they introduced a new and exciting challenge: the duel tournament. A test of skill and strategy, it promised adrenaline-pumping battles where combatants would clash in a display of wits and reflexes.
"We will accept their invitation," Ethan stated firmly, his voice resolute and unwavering.
"What!? Are you sure? It's dangerous," Emily's eyes widened with shock.
"Yes. But this is our opportunity to strike at the heart of the Beast Guild," Ethan replied, his tone serious and determined.
"Are you sure about it?" Norman asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
"Yes, father," Ethan replied calmly.
"Okay, I agree. But you shouldn't go alone," Norman insisted, his voice filled with concern.
"I will go with you," Emily said, her voice loyal and brave.
"We will also go with you," Leo added, representing the determination of the rest of his teammates.
"But..." Ethan started to protest, but his words trailed off as he saw the unwavering determination in their eyes.
"And you should also take Roark and Lance with you," Norman said.
"Yes, young master. I think that would be a good idea," Trevor agreed, his voice supportive and respectful.
"What do you two think?" Ethan looked at Roark and Lance, awaiting their response.
"We are okay with this," Roark and Lance said in unison.
"Good. Now that everything is discussed, we shall conclude the meeting," Ethan said, his voice authoritative and decisive.
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"Wait, young master. What shall I do?" Trevor asked, his eagerness to support Ethan evident in his tone.
"We still have no idea what the Demon Guild is up to, so you and others will have to protect our family," Ethan said, his tone firm.
"As you say, young master," Trevor replied, accepting his instructions respectfully.
"By the you way, boss you said your status window has changed. Can you show us?" Leo asked.
"Sure, here it is. Status window," Ethan replied, activating his status window for everyone to see.
[Name: Ethan Ryoko]
[Identity: E-11-231566]
[Class: Blood Hunter]
[Skills: Blood Rage, Bloodlust, Blood Claw, Blood Hunt, Bloodbath...]
[Passive: Blood Resonance]
[Title: The One Stained by Blood, The Lord of War]
"You've obtained another title!" Leo exclaimed in awe, as he had never heard of anyone getting more than one title.
"Yes. Let me show you."
[The One Stained by Blood] [Unique]
'You were supposed to live a normal and happy life. But the world had other plans. It stained you with blood and pushed you on the path of blood.'
☆ Grants 'Blood Hunter class'
☆ Growth type
☆Grants 'Wrath's Ascent' skill.
[Wrath's Ascent]
'Harness the tempest within and ascend to your wrath form, a manifestation of raw, unbridled fury. This formidable power is a double-edged sword, offering immense strength at the risk of losing oneself to primal rage.'
☆Duration: Indeterminate
☆Cooldown: None
[The Monarch of War] [Unique]
'In the theater of conflict, where the air is thick with despair and the ground sodden with the remnants of the fallen, you reign supreme. You are not just a participant in war's cruel pageant; you are its sovereign, its arbiter—the Monarch of War.
As the master butcher in this relentless slaughterhouse, your hands do not shake, nor does your heart waver. With each command, you orchestrate a symphony of destruction, where the cries of the vanquished are the chorus to your unyielding march.'
☆Grants Asura annihilation arts
☆Grants Weapon Imprint
[Asura Annihilation Arts]
'Embrace the dance of destruction with this transcendent martial discipline. The Asura Annihilation Arts are not merely techniques; they are a symphony of devastation, each movement a stanza, each strike a chorus.'
☆Mana consumption: None
☆Cooldown: None
[Weapon Imprint]
'An ancient technique that melds the essence of battle with the bearer’s flesh. This skill allows the warrior to carry their armaments not on their back, but within their very skin.'
☆ Imprint: (2/5)
"Imprint? What kind of skill is that?" Leo's voice quivered with a mix of curiosity and awe as he leaned forward, his eyes wide with intrigue.
With a subtle smirk playing on his lips, Ethan's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he prepared to unveil his secret. With a theatrical sweep, he pushed back his sleeves, revealing the mesmerizing crimson tattoos adorning each forearm. Like serpents poised to strike, the intricate designs coiled around his arms, their scales shimmering with an otherworldly radiance.
The room held its breath as Ethan's voice dropped to a whisper, "Watch closely." The air seemed to hum with power as he activated his skill. In a blink, the tattoos vanished, leaving behind only the faintest trace of heat against his skin. Then, as if summoned by an ancient magic, two gleaming swords materialized in his hands, their blades singing with a barely contained ferocity.
"Wow! This is an amazing ability," Leo exclaimed, his earlier composure shattered by the display of raw power.
Andrew, usually stoic and reserved, couldn't hide the spark of admiration in his eyes. "Yes, it is quite a formidable ability," he conceded, his voice tinged with respect.
Ethan, feeling the weight of his comrades' gazes, nodded solemnly. "I know. But let's not dwell on it. If there's nothing else, then let's conclude this meeting here," he suggested, his tone carrying the unspoken burden of leadership.
"Sure," Andrew agreed, his reply short but filled with the understanding of warriors bound by a common cause.
"Okay. And everyone, don't forget to train as much as possible," Hans added, his voice firm and encouraging, a reminder of the strength found in diligence and perseverance.
With those parting words, they all stood up from their seats, the meeting drawing to a close not amidst sadness, but with a collective sense of determination pulsating through each steady heartbeat and resolute step forward.